As soon as the declaration leaves my lips, I palm the door on both sides, tempted to kick it down.
I’m going to fucking break it down in five seconds if she doesn’t answer.
I see the way she flushes. I know the way her pulse rockets when I look at her. We almost kissed in the woods, but I knew if I claimed those lips—got a taste, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And when I kiss her, I want her to be unafraid.
My sights are set on her because I know she feels it too; she’s just too scared to let herself fall with me.
I lose my patience. My sanity. My fucking voice of reason when it comes to her. I lost it a long time ago.
The door swings open fast and hard. It makes the cold air whip across my face.
Her eyes darken. Those fucking honey brown eyes that drive me wild. Brown eyes are the most common eye color in the world, but hers feel like the rarest ones of all to me.
“Finish the game, sweetheart.” I take a step closer to her. Taking her in from head to toe, stopping at her chest. It risesand falls faster and harder the closer I get. “I dare you to kiss me.”
“No.”
My heart sinks.
“Please, sweetheart. I want to know what heaven tastes like. Just once. I’ll be a good fucking man who begs.” I brush my lips against her cheek. “I’ll go slow.” I kiss her neck, and I hear her moan, arching her back. “Or if you want, I’ll go hard and fast. I’ll make it last all night or until you pass out. It’s all I want.”
I need it. I need her so bad.
“Gavin,” she purrs, breathless.
God, I’m a mad man hearing her say my name like that.
Jesus.
I thread my fingers through her hair and pull firmly from the base. Her head dips back, exposing her neck, and she presses her full breasts against my chest. Her perfectly peaked nipples are felt through her shirt, and I want to know what they would feel like inside my mouth. Our warm flesh connects, and it sends a rush of fire straight below my waist.
“I dare you to kiss me…please.”
“I’m saying no, because I don’t just want a kiss, Gavin. I want more.” She tangles her fingers into my shirt and pulls me in closer, rough and demanding. The version of her I’ve been dreaming about is here in front of me, and I’m about to come undone.
Fuck.
I’m not the only one begging tonight. It’s getting my dick hard, making me more damn feral for this woman.“Give me more, Gavin. I want all of you all night,” she declares sensually. “Force me,” she breathes, her brown eyes lighting up with intrigue. “Take it from me. Take all you need tell me I’m beautiful.” Her eyes plead with me, and I wish Liam were here so I can fucking kill him, and then fuck her in his blood for making her feel less than.
I grab her face, my fingers snaking into her thick curls, and pull her in until her breath is ghosting my lips. “Coraline. You are more than just beautiful. That word doesn’t do your beauty justice. You’re celestial. Out of this world, so goddamncelestial.”
She sucks in a breath, her cheeks and neck pinkening. Her nails fumble with my belt, but I let her take control and pull it out of the hooks.
“Do you want me to take you right now against this door?” I push her against it, her breasts bouncing.
“Yes. Tell me what you like.”
“I like you. I want to see you tied up and gag you with my fingers and dick. I won’t even pull the rest of your clothes off because I don’t want to waste a damn second. I’ll pull your panties aside, unzip my jeans, and stick my cock in you. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She nods, breathlessly. “I want to try it rough, names, pain. The dirtier, the better.”
Fucking fuck.
“You’re perfect.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her into mine. Her eyes widen, gasping as she looks down. I grip her hand and thrust into it. “Your existence does this to me, sweetheart. Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you? Do you feel what you do to me? You make me crazy.” I thrust against her again. She bites her lip, then swipes it with her tongue. I want her to wrap those full pink lips around my cock. “I’m going to come right now in my damn pants because I’m so fucking pathetic for you.”
I’m in a trance. She wants this just as badly as I do—my celestial artist.
“Don’t,” she pants. “Don’t come right now.” She slips her hand through my waistband, managing to get past my belt and around my length. I shut my eyes tight as she wraps her hot, soft hand around me and gives me one slow stroke. Then, she leansforward and stops until she’s at my ear. “I’m on birth control. I want it all inside me.”
